Page 56 of Red Hot Roaster

Not afraid, though—I trusted Rafe.AndI trusted myself that I’d locked all the doors.

“Turnabout’s fair play. Although this isn’t achocolate-truffle-tastingchallenge. This is afrozen-Rose-tastingchallenge, and I’m the sole judge.”

I stopped giggling and started shivering. I didn’t think it was from the sugar-caffeine double-whammy.

“Hmm. Where’s my knife?” He was talking more to himself than me. “I need to remove that last layer.”

Uh…what? No, no, wait a minute. I raised my head and peered down my body at Rafe. He’d retrieved his big olesharpknife from somewhere and was eyeing my bra. Or maybe my breasts, I wasn’t sure. Even from this angle, I could seemysharp points sticking up and over the balcony.

“Stop!” I whisper-shouted.

“Stop?” he groaned. “You want me to stop now?”

“Yes!”

He started to back away.

“No!” I said, a little panicky. “Well, I mean ‘yes’—please stop.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Which is it, Rose?”

“You can unhook my bra in the front. No need to cut it off.”

He put the knife back on the table and reached over with both hands to undo the clasp between my breasts. He spread the halves back so I was fully revealed, and he leaned down to give each breast peak a quick lick. Warmth gushed, and I rubbed my thighs together.

Rafe stopped and raised his head.

“Rose, be still. Your challenge is to remain frozen,” he cautioned.

Ha. Easier…challenged than done.

Rafe disappeared from view.What is he doing down there?While I was oh-so-tempted to lift my head and look, I knew better and stayed still.

I even closed my eyes and tried to slow my breathing so I wasn’t panting.

That helped when he waved something under my nose—chocolate with a hint of ginger?—and settled it in the hollow below my throat. He repeated this scent-and-settle routine five more times, and—I admitted—I was back to panting at the end.

Mostly because of where the different truffle bits arrived. Besides the hollow between my collarbones, one balanced on each nipple, one cushioned in my belly button, and one nestled in each crease where my thighs met my groin.

How long can I keep up this whole frozen thing? Who’s going to melt first—the chocolate or me?

I had my answer when Rafe’s mouth landed on my throat. Sucking up the truffle, chewing and licking, seemingly all at the same time. I opened my eyes and looked down, afraid to move my head. He met my glance and smiled like the devil he was—chocolate coating his lips and, no doubt, smearing my neck.

He moved to my breasts, lapping up the chocolate bit from each tip in turn. When he paused to suck and nibble and bite each one again, I started to moan and shift my thighs together. He immediately stopped and stared me down—hard to do when I was already lying down flat, but he managed.

I froze…on the outside at least. Inside, hot pulses shot from my breasts to my core. Rafe whirled his tongue around my belly button to scoop up the truffle there. Before moving on, he drew in a big breath. Did he detect the chocolate or my arousal—or both, in a succulent mixture?

I had no answer since I was out of my mind by this time, thrashing my head back and forth. He sucked up the remaining truffles, nipping my thighs in the process, and settled between my legs.

“Rose. Babe. Rose.” Rafe called my name a few times before it penetrated…my moans were so loud. To be fair, he was hoarse and groaning and hard to understand.

“Rose, I’m going to get you all messy and dirty with chocolate, but I need to taste you right now. Okay?”

The last was barked out more like a command than a question, but I understood what he wanted. I lifted my head and nodded once.

That was all he needed. He buried his face between my thighs and licked into my core, tasting chocolate, no doubt, and me. I came with a scream…unfrozen at last.

We were gonna need to sterilize the cupping table first thing tomorrow.

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